"Perhaps both are equally needful," said I, shrugging my shoulders. "We have put our hands to the plough. But methinks I see the man for whom we wait coming down under the shadow of yonder line of pollard willows."
"It is he, sure enough," cried Reuben, peeping through the diamond-paned window.
"Then, little one, you must sit here," said I, raising her up from my knee and placing her on a chair in a corner. "You must be a brave la.s.s and sit still, whatever may chance. Will you do so?"
She pursed up her rosy lips and nodded her head.
"He comes on apace, Micah," quoth my comrade, who was still standing by the cas.e.m.e.nt. "Is he not like some treacherous fox or other beast of prey?"
There was indeed something in his lean, black-clothed figure and swift furtive movements which was like some cruel and cunning animal. He stole along under shadow of the stunted trees and withies, with bent body and gliding gait, so that from Bridgewater it would be no easy matter for the most keen-sighted to see him. Indeed, he was so far from the town that he might safely have come out from his concealment and struck across the moor, but the deep mora.s.s on either side prevented him from leaving the road until he had pa.s.sed the cottage.
As he came abreast of our ambush we both sprang out from the open door and barred his way. I have heard the Independent minister at Emsworth give an account of Satan"s appearance, but if the worthy man had been with us that day, he need not have drawn upon his fancy. The man"s dark face whitened into a sickly and mottled pallor, while he drew back with a long sharp intaking of the breath and a venomous flash from his black eyes, glancing swiftly from right to left for some means of escape. For an instant his hand shot towards his sword-hilt, but his reason told him that he could scarce expect to fight his way past us. Then he glanced round, but any retreat would lead him back to the men whom he had betrayed. So he stood sullen and stolid, with heavy, downcast face and shifting, restless eye, the very type and symbol of treachery.
"We have waited some time for you, Master John Derrick," said I. "You must now return with us to the town."
"On what grounds do you arrest me?" he asked, in hoa.r.s.e, broken tones. "Where is your warranty? Who hath given you a commission to molest travellers upon the King"s highway?"
"I have my Colonel"s commission," I answered shortly. "You have been once already to Feversham"s camp this morning."
"It is a lie," he snarled fiercely. "I do but take a stroll to enjoy the air."
"It is the truth," said Reuben. "I saw you myself on your return. Let us see that paper which peeps from your doublet."
"We all know why you should set this trap for me," Derrick cried bitterly. "You have set evil reports afloat against me, lest I stand in your light with the Mayor"s daughter. What are you that you should dare to raise your eyes to her! A mere vagrant and masterless man, coming none know whence. Why should you aspire to pluck the flower which has grown up amongst us? What had you to do with her or with us? Answer me!"
"It is not a matter which I shall discuss, save at a more fitting time and place," Reuben answered quietly. "Do you give over your sword and come back with us. For my part, I promise to do what I can to save your life. Should we win this night, your poor efforts can do little to harm us. Should we lose, there may be few of us left to harm."
"I thank you for your kindly protection," he replied, in the same white, cold, bitter manner, unbuckling his sword as he spoke, and walking slowly up to my companion. "You can take this as a gift to Mistress Ruth," he said, presenting the weapon in his left hand, "and this!" he added, plucking a knife from his belt and burying it in my poor friend"s side.
It was done in an instant-so suddenly that I had neither time to spring between, nor to grasp his intention before the wounded man sank gasping on the ground, and the knife tinkled upon the pathway at my feet. The villain set up a shrill cry of triumph, and bounding back in time to avoid the savage sword thrust which I made at him, he turned and fled down the road at the top of his speed. He was a far lighter man than I, and more scantily clad, yet I had, from my long wind and length of limb, been the best runner of my district, and he soon learned by the sound of my feet that he had no chance of shaking me off. Twice he doubled as a hare does when the hound is upon him, and twice my sword pa.s.sed within a foot of him, for in very truth I had no more thought of mercy than if he had been a poisonous snake who had fastened his fangs into my friend before my eyes. I never dreamed of giving nor did he of claiming it. At last, hearing my steps close upon him and my breathing at his very shoulder, he sprang wildly through the reeds and dashed into the treacherous mora.s.s. Ankle-deep, knee-deep, thigh-deep, waist-deep, we struggled and staggered, I still gaining upon him, until I was within arm"s-reach of him, and had whirled up my sword to strike. It had been ordained, however, my dear children, that he should die not the death of a man, but that of the reptile which he was, for even as I closed upon him he sank of a sudden with a gurgling sound, and the green marsh sc.u.m met above his head. No ripple was there and no splash to mark the spot. It was sudden and silent, as though some strange monster of the marshes had seized him and dragged him down into the depths. As I stood with upraised sword still gazing upon the spot, one single great bubble rose and burst upon the surface, and then all was still once more, and the dreary fens lay stretched before me, the very home of death and of desolation. I know not whether he had indeed come upon some sudden pit which had engulfed him, or whether in his despair he had cast himself down of set purpose. I do but know that there in the great Sedgemoor mora.s.s are buried the bones of the traitor and the spy.
I made my way as best I could through the oozy clinging mud to the margin, and hastened back to where Reuben was lying. Bending over him I found that the knife had pierced through the side leather which connected his back and front plates, and that the blood was not only pouring out of the wound, but was trickling from the corner of his mouth. With trembling fingers I undid the straps and buckles, loosened the armour, and pressed my kerchief to his side to staunch the flow.
"I trust that you have not slain him, Micah," he said of a sudden, opening his eyes.
"A higher power than ours has judged him, Reuben," I answered.
"Poor devil! He has had much to embitter him," he murmured, and straightway fainted again. As I knelt over him, marking the lad"s white face and laboured breathing, and bethought me of his simple, kindly nature and of the affection which I had done so little to deserve, I am not ashamed to say, my dears, albeit I am a man somewhat backward in my emotions, that my tears were mingled with his blood.
As it chanced, Decimus Saxon had found time to ascend the church tower for the purpose of watching us through his gla.s.s and seeing how we fared. Noting that there was something amiss, he had hurried down for a skilled chirurgeon, whom he brought out to us under an escort of scythesmen. I was still kneeling by my senseless friend, doing what an ignorant man might to a.s.sist him, when the party arrived and helped me to bear him into the cottage, out of the glare of the sun. The minutes were as hours while the man of physic with a grave face examined and probed the wound.
"It will scarce prove fatal," he said at last, and I could have embraced him for the words. "The blade has glanced on a rib, though the lung is slightly torn. We shall hear him back with us to the town."
"You hear what he says," said Saxon kindly. "He is a man whose opinion is of weight- "A skilful leach is better far, Than half a hundred men of war."
Cheer up, man! You are as white as though it were your blood and not his which was drained away. Where is Derrick?"
"Drowned in the marshes," I answered.
"Tis well! It will save us six feet of good hemp. But our position here is somewhat exposed, since the Royal Horse might make a dash at us. Who is this little maid who sits so white and still in the corner."
"Tis the guardian of the house. Her granny has left her here."
"You had better come with us. There may be rough work here ere all is over."
"Nay, I must wait for granny," she answered, with the tears running down her cheeks.
"But how if I take you to granny, little one," said I. "We cannot leave you here. "I held out my arms, and the child sprang into them and nestled up against my bosom, sobbing as though her heart would break. "Take me away," she cried; "I"se frightened."
I soothed the little trembling thing as best I might, and bore her off with me upon my shoulder. The scythesmen had pa.s.sed the handles of their long weapons through the sleeves of their jerkins in such a way as to form a couch or litter, upon which poor Reuben was laid. A slight dash of colour had come back to his cheeks in answer to some cordial given him by the chirurgeon, and he nodded and smiled at Saxon. Thus, pacing slowly, we returned to Bridgewater, where Reuben was carried to our quarters, and I bore the little maid of the marshes to kind townsfolk, who promised to restore her to her home when the troubles were over.
Chapter x.x.xII. Of the Onfall at Sedgemoor
However pressing our own private griefs and needs, we had little time now to dwell upon them, for the moment was at hand which was to decide for the time not only our own fates, but that of the Protestant cause in England. None of us made light of the danger. Nothing less than a miracle could preserve us from defeat, and most of us were of opinion that the days of the miracles were past. Others, however, thought otherwise. I believe that many of our Puritans, had they seen the heavens open that night, and the armies of the Seraphim and the Cherubim descending to our aid, would have looked upon it as by no means a wonderful or unexpected occurrence.
The whole town was loud with the preaching. Every troop or company had its own chosen orator, and sometimes more than one, who held forth and expounded. From barrels, from waggons, from windows, and even from housetops, they addressed the crowds beneath; nor was their eloquence in vain. Hoa.r.s.e, fierce shouts rose up from the streets, with broken prayers and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns. Men were drunk with religion as with wine. Their faces were flushed, their speech thick, their gestures wild. Sir Stephen and Saxon smiled at each other as they watched them, for they knew, as old soldiers, that of all causes which make a man valiant in deed and careless of life, this religious fit is the strongest and the most enduring.
In the evening I found time to look in upon my wounded friend, and found him propped up with cushions upon his couch, breathing with some pain, but as bright and merry as ever. Our prisoner, Major Ogilvy, who had conceived a warm affection for us, sat by his side and read aloud to him out of an old book of plays.
"This wound hath come at an evil moment," said Reuben impatiently. "Is it not too much that a little p.r.i.c.k like this should send my men captainless into battle, after all our marching and drilling? I have been present at the grace, and am cut off from the dinner."
"Your company hath been joined to mine," I answered, "though, indeed, the honest fellows are cast down at not having their own captain. Has the physician been to see you?"
"He has left even now," said Major Ogilvy. "He p.r.o.nounces our friend to be doing right well, but hath warned me against allowing him to talk."
"Hark to that, lad!" said I, shaking my finger at him. "If I hear a word from you I go. You will escape a rough waking this night, Major. What think you of our chance?"
"I have thought little of your chance from the first," he replied frankly. "Monmouth is like a ruined gamester, who is now putting his last piece upon the board. He cannot win much, and he may lose all."
"Nay, that is a hard saying," said I. "A success might set the whole of the Midlands in arms."
"England is not ripe for it," the Major answered, with a shake of his head. "It is true that it has no fancy either for Papistry or for a Papist King, but we know that it is but a pa.s.sing evil, since the next in succession, the Prince of Orange, is a Protestant. Why, then, should we risk so many evils to bring that about which time and patience must, perforce, accomplish between them? Besides, the man whom ye support has shown that he is unworthy of confidence. Did he not in his declaration promise to leave the choice of a monarch to the Commons? And yet, in less than a week, he proclaimed himself at Taunton Market Cross! Who could believe one who has so little regard for truth?"
"Treason, Major, rank treason," I answered, laughing. "Yet if we could order a leader as one does a coat we might, perchance, have chosen one of a stronger texture. We are in arms not for him, but for the old liberties and rights of Englishmen. Have you seen Sir Gervas?"
Major Ogilvy, and even Reuben, burst out laughing. "You will find him in the room above," said our prisoner. "Never did a famous toast prepare herself for a court ball as he is preparing for his battle. If the King"s troops take him they will a.s.suredly think that they have the Duke. He hath been in here to consult us as to his patches, hosen, and I know not what beside. You had best go up to him."
"Adieu, then, Reuben!" I said, grasping his hand in mine.
"Adieu, Micah! G.o.d shield you from harm," said he.
"Can I speak to you aside, Major?" I whispered. "I think," I went on, as he followed me into the pa.s.sage, "that you will not say that your captivity hath been made very harsh for you. May I ask, therefore, that you will keep an eye upon my friend should we be indeed defeated this night? No doubt if Feversham gains the upper hand there will be b.l.o.o.d.y work. The hale can look after themselves, but he is helpless, and will need a friend."
The Major pressed my hand. "I swear to G.o.d," he said, "that no harm shall befall him."
"You have taken a load from my heart," I answered; "I know that I leave him in safety. "I can now ride to battle with an easy mind." With a friendly smile the soldier returned to the sick-room, whilst I ascended the stair and entered the quarters of Sir Gervas Jerome.
He was standing before a table which was littered all over with pots, brushes, boxes, and a score of the like trifles, which he had either bought or borrowed for the occasion. A large hand-mirror was balanced against the wall, with rush-lights on either side of it. In front of this, with a most solemn and serious expression upon his pale, handsome face, the Baronet was arranging and re-arranging a white berdash cravat. His riding-boots were brightly polished, and the broken seam repaired. His sword-sheath, breastplate, and trappings were clear and bright. He wore his gayest and newest suit, and above all he had donned a most n.o.ble and impressive full-bottomed periwig, which drooped down to his shoulders, as white as powder could make it. From his dainty riding-hat to his shining spur there was no speck or stain upon him-a sad set-off to my own state, plastered as I was with a thick crust of the Sedgemoor mud, and disordered from having ridden and worked for two days without rest or repose.
"Split me, but you have come in good time!" he exclaimed, as I entered. "I have even now sent down for a flask of canary. Ah, and here it comes!" as a maid from the inn tripped upstairs with the bottle and gla.s.ses. "Here is a gold piece, my pretty dear, the very last that I have in the whole world. It is the only survivor of a goodly family. Pay mine host for the wine, little one, and keep the change for thyself, to buy ribbons for the next holiday. Now, curse me if I can get this cravat to fit unwrinkled!"
"There is nought amiss with it," I answered. "How can such trifles occupy you at such a time?"
"Trifles!" he cried angrily. "Trifles! Well, there, it boots not to argue with you. Your bucolic mind would never rise to the subtle import which may lie in such matters-the rest of mind which it is to have them right, and the plaguey uneasiness when aught is wrong. It comes, doubtless, from training, and it may be that I have it more than others of my cla.s.s. I feel as a cat who would lick all day to take the least speck from her fur. Is not the patch over the eyebrow happily chosen? Nay, you cannot even offer an opinion; I would as soon ask friend Marot, the knight of the pistol. Fill up your gla.s.s!"
"Your company awaits you by the church," I remarked; "I saw them as I pa.s.sed."
"How looked they?" he asked. "Were they powdered and clean?"
"Nay, I had little leisure to observe. I saw that they were cutting their matches and arranging their priming."
"I would that they had all snaphances," he answered, sprinkling himself with scented water; "the matchlocks are slow and c.u.mbersome. Have you had wine enough?"
"I will take no more," I answered.
"Then mayhap the Major may care to finish it. It is not often I ask help with a bottle, but I would keep my head cool this night. Let us go down and see to our men."
It was ten o"clock when we descended into the street. The hubbub of the preachers and the shouting of the people had died away, for the regiments had fallen into their places, and stood silent and stern, with the faint light from the lamps and windows playing over their dark serried ranks. A cool, clear moon shone down upon us from amidst fleecy clouds, which drifted ever and anon across her face. Away in the north tremulous rays of light flickered up into the heavens, coming and going like long, quivering fingers. They were the northern lights, a sight rarely seen in the southland counties. It is little wonder that, coming at such a time, the fanatics should have pointed to them as signals from another world, and should have compared them to that pillar of fire which guided Israel through the dangers of the desert. The footpaths and the windows were crowded with women and children, who broke into shrill cries of fear or of wonder as the strange light waxed and waned.
"It is half after ten by St. Mary"s clock," said Saxon, as we rode up to the regiment. "Have we nothing to give the men?"
"There is a hogshead of Zoyland cider in the yard of yonder inn," said Sir Gervas. "Here, Dawson, do you take those gold sleeve links and give them to mine host in exchange. Broach the barrel, and let each man have his horn full. Sink me, if they shall fight with nought but cold water in them."
"They will feel the need of it ere morning," said Saxon, as a score of pikemen hastened off to the inn. "The marsh air is chilling to the blood."
"I feel cold already, and Covenant is stamping with it," said I. "Might we not, if we have time upon our hands, canter our horses down the line?"
"Of a surety," Saxon answered gladly, "we could not do better;" so shaking our bridles we rode off, our horses" hoofs striking fire from the flint-paved streets as we pa.s.sed.
Behind the horse, in a long line which stretched from the Eastover gate, across the bridge, along the High Street, up the Cornhill, and so past the church to the Pig Cross, stood our foot, silent and grim, save when some woman"s voice from the windows called forth a deep, short answer from the ranks. The fitful light gleamed on scythes-blade or gun-barrel, and showed up the lines of rugged, hard set faces, some of mere children with never a hair upon their cheeks, others of old men whose grey beards swept down to their cross-belts, but all bearing the same stamp of a dogged courage and a fierce self-contained resolution. Here were still the fisher folk of the south. Here, too, were the fierce men from the Mendips, the wild hunters from Porlock Quay and Minehead, the poachers of Exmoor, the s.h.a.ggy marshmen of Axbridge, the mountain men from the Quantocks, the serge and wool-workers of Devonshire, the graziers of Bampton, the red-coats from the Militia, the stout burghers of Taunton, and then, as the very bone and sinew of all, the brave smockfrocked peasants of the plains, who had turned up their jackets to the elbow, and exposed their brown and corded arms, as was their wont when good work had to be done. As I speak to you, dear children, fifty years rolls by like a mist in the morning, and I am riding once more down the winding street, and see again the serried ranks of my gallant companions. Brave hearts! They showed to all time how little training it takes to turn an Englishman into a soldier, and what manner of men are bred in those quiet, peaceful hamlets which dot the sunny slopes of the Somerset and Devon downs. If ever it should be that England should be struck upon her knees, if those who fight her battles should have deserted her, and she should find herself unarmed in the presence of her enemy, let her take heart and remember that every village in the realm is a barrack, and that her real standing army is the hardy courage and simple virtue which stand ever in the breast of the humblest of her peasants.
As we rode down the long line a buzz of greeting and welcome rose now and again from the ranks as they recognised through the gloom Saxon"s tall, gaunt figure. The clock was on the stroke of eleven as we returned to our own men, and at that very moment King Monmouth rode out from the inn where he was quartered, and trotted with his staff down the High Street. All cheering had been forbidden, but waving caps and brandished arms spoke the ardour of his devoted followers. No bugle was to sound the march, but as each received the word the one in its rear followed its movements. The clatter and shuffle of hundreds of moving feet came nearer and nearer, until the Frome men in front of us began to march, and we found ourselves fairly started upon the last journey which many of us were ever to take in this world.
Our road lay across the Parret, through Eastover, and so along the winding track past the spot where Derrick met his fate, and the lonely cottage of the little maid. At the other side of this the road becomes a mere pathway over the plain. A dense haze lay over the moor, gathering thickly in the hollows, and veiling both the town which we had left and the villages which we were approaching. Now and again it would lift for a few moments, and then I could see in the moonlight the long black writhing line of the army, with the shimmer of steel playing over it, and the rude white standards flapping in the night breeze. Far on the right a great fire was blazing-some farmhouse, doubtless, which the Tangiers devils had made spoil of. Very slow our march was, and very careful, for the plain was, as Sir Stephen Timewell had told us, cut across by great ditches or rhines, which could not be pa.s.sed save at some few places. These ditches were cut for the purpose of draining the marshes, and were many feet deep of water and of mud, so that even the horse could not cross them. The bridges were narrow, and some time pa.s.sed before the army could get over. At last, however, the two main ones, the Black Ditch and the Langmoor Rhine, were safely traversed and a halt was called while the foot was formed in line, for we had reason to believe that no other force lay between the Royal camp and ourselves. So far our enterprise had succeeded admirably. We were within half a mile of the camp without mistake or accident, and none of the enemy"s scouts had shown sign of their presence. Clearly they held us in such contempt that it had never occurred to them that we might open the attack. If ever a general deserved a beating it was Feversham that night. As he drew up upon the moor the clock of Chedzoy struck one.
"Is it not glorious?" whispered Sir Gervas, as we reined up upon the further side of the Langmoor Rhine. "What is there on earth to compare with the excitement of this?"
"You speak as though it wore a c.o.c.king-match or a bull-baiting, "I answered, with some little coldness. "It is a solemn and a sad occasion. Win who will, English blood must soak the soil of England this night."
"The more room for those who are left," said he lightly. "Mark over yonder the glow of their camp-fires amidst the fog. What was it that your seaman friend did recommend? Get the weather-gauge of them and board-eh? Have you told that to the Colonel?"
"Nay, this is no time for quips and cranks," I answered gravely; "the chances are that few of us will ever see to-morrow"s sun rise."
"I have no great curiosity to see it," he remarked, with a laugh. "It will be much as yesterday"s. Zounds! though I have never risen to see one in my life, I have looked on many a hundred ere I went to bed."
"I have told friend Reuben such few things as I should desire to be done in case I should fall," said I. "It has eased my mind much to know that I leave behind some word of farewell, and little remembrance to all whom I have known. Is there no service of the sort which I can do for you?"
"Hum!" said he, musing. "If I go under, you can tell Araminta-nay, let the poor wench alone! Why should I send her messages which may plague her! Should you be in town, little Tommy Chichester would be glad to hear of the fun which we have had in Somerset. You will find him at the Coca Tree every day of the week between two and four of the clock. There is Mother b.u.t.terworth, too, whom I might commend to your notice. She was the queen of wet-nurses, but alas! cruel time hath dried up her business, and she hath need of some little nursing herself."
"If I live and you should fall, I shall do what may be done for her," said I. "Have you aught else to say?"
"Only that Hacker of Paul"s Yard is the best for vests," he answered. "It is a small piece of knowledge, yet like most other knowledge it hath been bought and paid for. One other thing! I have a trinket or two left which might serve as a gift for the pretty Puritan maid, should our friend lead her to the altar. Od"s my life, but she will make him read some queer books! How now, Colonel, why are we stuck out on the moor like a row of herons among the sedges?"
"They are ordering the line for the attack," said Saxon, who had ridden up during our conversation. "Donnerblitz! Who ever saw a camp so exposed to an onfall? Oh for twelve hundred good horse-for an hour of Wessenburg"s Pandours! Would I not trample them down until their camp was like a field of young corn after a hail-storm!"
"May not our horse advance?" I asked.
The old soldier gave a deep snort of disdain. "If this fight is to be won it must be by our foot," said he; "what can we hope for from such cavalry? Keep your men well in hand, for we may have to bear the brunt of the King"s dragoons. A flank attack would fall upon us, for we are in the post of honour."
"There are troops to the right of us," I answered, peering through the darkness.
"Aye! the Taunton burghers and the Frome peasants. Our brigade covers the right flank. Next us are the Mendip miners, nor could I wish for better comrades, if their zeal do not outrun their discretion. They are on their knees in the mud at this moment."
"They will fight none the worse for that," I remarked; "but surely the troops are advancing!"
"Aye, aye!" cried Saxon joyously, plucking out his sword, and tying his handkerchief round the handle to strengthen his grip. "The hour has come! Forwards!"
Very slowly and silently we crept on through the dense fog, our feet splashing and slipping in the sodden soil. With all the care which we could take, the advance of so great a number of men could not be conducted without a deep sonorous sound from the thousands of marching feet. Ahead of us were splotches of ruddy light twinkling through the fog which marked the Royal watch-fires. Immediately in front in a dense column our own horse moved forwards. Of a sudden out of the darkness there came a sharp challenge and a shout, with the discharge of a carbine and the sound of galloping hoofs. Away down the line we heard a ripple of shots. The first line of outposts had been reached. At the alarm our horse charged forward with a huzza, and we followed them as fast as our men could run. We had crossed two or three hundred yards of moor, and could hear the blowing of the Royal bugles quite close to us, when our horse came to a sudden halt, and our whole advance was at a standstill.
"Sancta Maria!" cried Saxon, dashing forward with the rest of us to find out the cause of the delay. "We must on at any cost! A halt now will ruin our camisado."
"Forwards, forwards!" cried Sir Gervas and I, waving our swords.
"It is no use, gentlemen," cried a cornet of horse, wringing his hands; "we are undone and betrayed. There is a broad ditch without a ford in front of us, full twenty feet across!"
"Give me room for my horse, and I shall show ye the way across!" cried the Baronet, backing his steed. "Now, lads, who"s for a jump?"
"Nay, sir, for G.o.d"s sake!" said a trooper, laying his hand upon his bridle. "Sergeant s.e.xton hath sprung in even now, and horse and man have gone to the bottom!"
"Let us see it, then!" cried Saxon, pushing his way through the crowd of hors.e.m.e.n. We followed close at his heels, until we found ourselves on the borders of the vast trench which impeded our advance.
To this day I have never been able to make up my mind whether it was by chance or by treachery on the part of our guides that this fosse was overlooked until we stumbled upon it in the dark. There are some who say that the Buss.e.x Rhine, as it is called, is not either deep or broad, and was, therefore, unmentioned by the moorsmen, but that the recent constant rains had swollen it to an extent never before known. Others say that the guides had been deceived by the fog, and taken a wrong course, whereas, had we followed another track, we might have been able to come upon the camp without crossing the ditch. However that may be, it is certain that we found it stretching in front of us, broad, black, and forbidding, full twenty feet from bank to bank, with the cap of the ill-fated sergeant just visible in the centre as a mute warning to all who might attempt to ford it.
"There must be a pa.s.sage somewhere," cried Saxon furiously. "Every moment is worth a troop of horse to them. Where is my Lord Grey? Hath the guide met with his deserts?"
"Major Hollis hath hurled the guide into the ditch," the young cornet answered. "My Lord Grey hath ridden along the bank seeking for a ford."
I caught a pike out of a footman"s hand, and probed into the black oozy mud, standing myself up to the waist in it, and holding Covenant"s bridle in my left hand. Nowhere could I touch bottom or find any hope of solid foothold.